What did your great-great dad ever do for you ?" "Well, for one thing," said David stiffly, "he fought in the War of the Revolution.

He saved us from the shackles of monarchical England; he made it possible for me and you to enjoy the liberties of a free republic." "Don't try to tell me your grandfather did all that," protested Wyckoff, "because I know better.

There were a lot of others helped.

I read about it in a book." "I am not grudging glory to others," returned David; "I am only saying I am proud that I am a descendant of a revolutionist." Wyckoff dived into his inner pocket and produced a leather photograph frame that folded like a concertina.
"I don't want to be a descendant," he said; "I'd rather be an ancestor.
Look at those." Proudly he exhibited photographs of Mrs.Wyckoff with the baby and of three other little Wyckoffs.

David looked with envy at the children.
"When I'm married," he stammered, and at the words he blushed, "I hope to be an ancestor." "If you're thinking of getting married," said Wyckoff, "you'd better hope for a raise in salary." The other clerks were as unsympathetic as Wyckoff.